Sick
Title: Sick
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Pansy/Luna, Pansy/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was a shy schoolboy, and she had a strong stomach. Luna’s been captured, and Pansy will do anything necessary to keep abreast of what’s happening to her.
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: The girls and boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for sortinghatdrabs; the pairing given was Neville/Pansy, and the prompt was a line from Pablo Neruda: I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I was a runner-up with this ficlet (*\o/*), sharing second place with krhviolin.
Draco told her the first day back. “Loony Lovegood’s been captured. She’s in our dungeon.”
He was corpse-coloured, his mouth twisting as he forced the words out.
Pansy turned away so that she wouldn’t curse him. Wouldn’t scream and shatter and break him for daring to look half-dead with fear and guilt when Luna was chained in his home, at the dubious mercies of Bellatrix Lestrange.
The school ate in almost dead silence now, as the DA glared at the teachers and the Slytherins kept their eyes on their plates. Neville Longbottom always smiled to keep up morale. As if a happy face would protect you from a punch.
Tonight, the mouth he usually stretched into a repulsively false smile was a tight line, and his eyes were dark. Beside him, Ginny Weasley’s pretty face was contorted into a deep scowl.
What was she scowling for? Ginny hadn’t seen Luna sweat-covered, flanks heaving like a hard-ridden horse. Hadn’t seen the shockingly adult smile Luna bestowed on her partners after sex. Pansy’s thighs clenched at the memory.
The knowledge of Luna’s peril ate at her. Her friends in the dorm were all too busy with their own nightmares to ask what visions made Pansy scream, and she was grateful. It made it easier for her to slip away and find Longbottom.
She ran through the possibilities with barely controlled speed. How would she get Longbottom to reply honestly? Get all the information she could from him, empty his mind of every little scrap of rumour and innuendo he had about Luna?
She could have done that to Draco. But they’d bumped into each other back in sixth year, both sneaking back from their separate secrets. Pansy had been wearing Luna’s earrings.
He’d never said a word, and Pansy owed him for that.
Longbottom was easy. Pansy had expected more of a fight from a wartime leader like him; but he was a shy schoolboy, and she had a strong stomach.
Pansy did what was necessary, being frightened and tough by turns, giving him warm, wet emotions that he gave into easily. Neville never seemed to wonder why Pansy only asked for Malfoy Manor secrets, and one night in April, he told her he loved her.
Pansy stared back at him, her stomach twisting. He was brave, and sweet, and she couldn’t reply.
Three days later, the news came: Luna had escaped.
Neville turned to her, his brown eyes richly coloured and soft as a bruise. “You’ll be going to her, then.”
Pansy felt suddenly sick.
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Pansy/Luna, Pansy/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was a shy schoolboy, and she had a strong stomach. Luna’s been captured, and Pansy will do anything necessary to keep abreast of what’s happening to her.
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: The girls and boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for sortinghatdrabs; the pairing given was Neville/Pansy, and the prompt was a line from Pablo Neruda: I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I was a runner-up with this ficlet (*\o/*), sharing second place with krhviolin.
Draco told her the first day back. “Loony Lovegood’s been captured. She’s in our dungeon.”
He was corpse-coloured, his mouth twisting as he forced the words out.
Pansy turned away so that she wouldn’t curse him. Wouldn’t scream and shatter and break him for daring to look half-dead with fear and guilt when Luna was chained in his home, at the dubious mercies of Bellatrix Lestrange.
The school ate in almost dead silence now, as the DA glared at the teachers and the Slytherins kept their eyes on their plates. Neville Longbottom always smiled to keep up morale. As if a happy face would protect you from a punch.
Tonight, the mouth he usually stretched into a repulsively false smile was a tight line, and his eyes were dark. Beside him, Ginny Weasley’s pretty face was contorted into a deep scowl.
What was she scowling for? Ginny hadn’t seen Luna sweat-covered, flanks heaving like a hard-ridden horse. Hadn’t seen the shockingly adult smile Luna bestowed on her partners after sex. Pansy’s thighs clenched at the memory.
The knowledge of Luna’s peril ate at her. Her friends in the dorm were all too busy with their own nightmares to ask what visions made Pansy scream, and she was grateful. It made it easier for her to slip away and find Longbottom.
She ran through the possibilities with barely controlled speed. How would she get Longbottom to reply honestly? Get all the information she could from him, empty his mind of every little scrap of rumour and innuendo he had about Luna?
She could have done that to Draco. But they’d bumped into each other back in sixth year, both sneaking back from their separate secrets. Pansy had been wearing Luna’s earrings.
He’d never said a word, and Pansy owed him for that.
Longbottom was easy. Pansy had expected more of a fight from a wartime leader like him; but he was a shy schoolboy, and she had a strong stomach.
Pansy did what was necessary, being frightened and tough by turns, giving him warm, wet emotions that he gave into easily. Neville never seemed to wonder why Pansy only asked for Malfoy Manor secrets, and one night in April, he told her he loved her.
Pansy stared back at him, her stomach twisting. He was brave, and sweet, and she couldn’t reply.
Three days later, the news came: Luna had escaped.
Neville turned to her, his brown eyes richly coloured and soft as a bruise. “You’ll be going to her, then.”
Pansy felt suddenly sick.